And here you are, standing at the threshold between who you were and who you long to be. It’s not an easy place to stand, is it? One foot planted in the familiar—the routines, the roles, the relationships that once made you feel safe—and the other, hesitant and trembling, reaching toward the unknown…

The world tells you that winter is only a passageway to spring but I know it doesn’t always feel that way. It can feel like an eternity of bare branches, dark news, and heavy skies, like joy is something that happened to someone else in another lifetime. But there is something else I want you to know…

Meaningful action alchemizes anxiety. Hope is not naive; it is radical. It is a defiant act in a world that tells you there is no point in trying…

You have survived so much already, and yet here you are —standing in the middle of another storm that threatens to take all that remains. Or perhaps has already taken everything…

As ​the year slips softly into memory, I imagine you standing in the threshold between what has been and what will be, a heart full of tender aches and resilient hopes…